Every real story is a never ending story.

Calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that an hour can seem as eternity or pass in a flash, according to how we spend it.

You must let what happens happen. Everything must be equal in your eyes, good and evil, beautiful and ugly, foolish and wise.

There are many kinds of joy, but they all lead to one: the joy to be loved.

Once someone dreams a dream, it can't just drop out of existence. But if the dreamer can't remember it, what becomes of it?

My will can control anything that’s empty.

A story can be new and yet tell about olden times. The past comes into existence with the story.

There were thousands and thousands of forms of joy in the world, but that all were essentially one and the same, namely, the joy of being able to love.

Wishes cannot be summoned up or kept away at will. They come from deeper within us than good or bad intentions. And they spring up unannounced.

Momo listened to everyone and everything - even to the rain and the wind and the pine trees - and all of them spoke to her after their own fashion.

Time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart.

Our strong spirit will survived every situation.

And I'll wash your other clothes. Shall I also order you a new set of leathers?""Don't-" Wrath shut his mouth. "Sure. That'd be great. And, ah, could you get me some boxers? Black? XXL?

Layla, sweetheart, you haven’t had the right experience and apparently were not with the right people.

I have learned to use the word impossible with the greatest caution.

When you see two writers named on a movie, one of them did some drafts and got the boot.

I just want someone to explain to the American public why investing in transportation in Iraq is so much more important than investing in passenger rail right here in the United States of America.

Did you know destruction of the soul is not the ending to life: Fear not of the Antichrist.

To cure sometimes, to relieve often, to comfort always.

I have a vision, and I know I'm right.

Ingrateful man with liquorish draughts, and morsels unctuous, greases his pure mind that from it all consideration slips.